THANKFUL FRIDAY
Cindy Maddera
"We're at Terry's and I hand Katrina this plate. That's her high school."
It is the day after Thanksgiving. The house is quiet and dark. Josephine and I are the only ones up, but I'm about to go wake up Michael. We had rain all day yesterday and then in the evening temperatures dropped. When I peeked out my bedroom window this morning, I noticed that the clothes line had a very thin layer of ice coating. It's the kind of day to curl up under lots of blankets while drinking lots of hot beverages, but we have plans. We're headed to IKEA and Home Depot. The old refrigerator will be moved out today and Michael and Randy will instal a water line, after I've cleaned that area. Katrina has reassured me that behind my fridge is not as filthy as I think it is. Fingers crossed.
Our Thanksgiving Day was full. Full of family and friends and so much laughter and love. Full of food. Dear Lord, I think I ate more food yesterday than I do in a week. Our fridge is full of leftovers and food that Terry sent home with us. He would have had us take it all if he could. You can't leave his house without him sending you home with something. One time he sent me home with a large grocery bag full of cherry tomatoes. I am thankful so thankful for him and his generous heart and i'm thankful my brother and sister-in-law got to spend time with that crazy man. Out plates where antique kitschy plates of the states. Katrina picked up the Arkansas plate because there wasn't and Oklahoma plate. I picked up two plates, just to see what was there and found a plate for Sperry High School. That's Katrina's High School. Then Terry pulled a story from Katrina that I had never heard before. He asked her who was the meanest most awful teacher. Katrina then told us about her science teacher and how one time Katrina and her friend had been developing film. Katrina nudged a bottle of developer off the table, but didn't think anything about it. It wasn't until they turned the light on that her and her friend realized that there was blood all over the floor. Katrina had cut her foot open on the broken bottle bad enough to require stitches. After that, Katrina was that mean science teacher's favorite student. I am thankful for all the stories I heard yesterday.
Now we are home again, after a full day of running around. We encountered none of the crazy shopping crowds that one would expect on the busiest shopping day of the year. I am thankful for this and I am thankful that the water line is now hooked up and ready for a new refrigerator. I am thankful the rain has finally stopped. I am thankful that behind my fridge was not as dirty as I imagined it would be. I am thankful for my warm full house. I am thankful for you.
I hope all have had a safe and wonderful holiday and a truly Thankful Friday.